When I started looking for a home for her in the middle of the summer of 2017, I thought her new family would give her a name for life. I called her "my girl, my love, my baby" and she understood. Back then, I had this feeling that giving her a name would create a strong bond between me and her and, since I knew I couldn’t keep her, I was afraid of such a commitment. Little did I know that it was only the beginning of our story and that we had a long way to go together. Today I call her Rosy and I'm not giving up on her.
After more downs than ups, Rosy is staying at a dog pansion. I will continue my efforts for as long as I can, but the needs are plenty and any help is appreciated.
If you cannot adopt, consider supporting Rosy’s stay at the pansion, so that together we can free her for good from the dangers of living in the streets. Who knows, maybe we can help other strays, too ...
I devote this blog to Rosy hoping for a happy ending to her not-so-rosy-so-far tale.
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